A Descent Into Absinthe
We had our own little run-in with absinthe last year, and it put our tails between our legs. We didn't include a lot of details of what we went through or how we felt, but we did offer you a few high-level details of that fateful night. Thanks to Urban Monarch we just found a description of an absinthe night that contains a few more details about the actual implosion.
11:50 pm
Sleep seems a million miles away. I am living in a bright light on the top of my skull. I’m going to sit at my white-formica, dramatically-lit kitchen table and read some more Hemingway. Seems a very natural thing to do. Can't go visit the guy. They'd throw leg irons on me and put me in a cage.
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Drinking With Van Gogh [via
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Posted by Liquor Snob at January 23, 2007 7:34 AM